prev story

next story

Well, well, well.....

"Fall in love or fall in hate. Get inspired or be depressed. Ace a test or flunk a class.Make babies or make art.Speak the truth or lie and cheat.Dance on tables or sit in the corner.Life is divine chaos. Embrace it.Forgive yourself. Breathe.And enjoy the ride...."(Solbeam)

I just like it. It reminds me of me. It reminds me of a lot of you. It's from a greeting card I saw while I was buying razors from the chic-pharmacy downstairs :) I know it's not Shakespeare, but it's so....real.

And then I stumbled across this "bygones" entry by a blogger named Alissa Clare. Must be something in the name, but I bet (despite her long and winding love life) she enjoyed the ride too.

There's new (and improved!) light on the Sam stuff. He called me in the middle of the day today to tell me about some freelance work his company needs. It's corporate writing, which isn't exactly my style. I mean, can you imagine me using, or even spelling, words like "acquisitions" and "sectarian?" (Ha- just snagged a Wall street journal from some suits at Starbucks to come up w/ those killers!)

I texted him a "Thanks, you're so sweet, but not sure." And within like 2 minutes, he wrote, "I figured.... but it's better than you writing about my competition!"

Oh realllllly??? So my naughty neighbor might actually be into me. Go figure. 64% of you (along w/ all my friends and my gut-feeling) said he probably just wants to be friends. And I was/am okay with that. But, hey, life is unpredictable.

And you know what? I love this. Even if it doesn't go my way, I like these electric little relationships. I thrive on them. It's the droughts that get depressing.

I'm posting pretty early tonight because if Sam gets home from work early, I think we're going to watch 24 together (he mentioned that in his message too). I don't want to cut things short just because I have to blog. Why rub it in, right?

Should I tell him I lied about having a few guys on my plate -- or let him think I'm a player? Click here to vote